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"Bring me 115."
The power detonated.
When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone. But so was most of Vincent. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his eyes bleeding shadow. The Key was fused to his palm. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies
He just whispered, "I'm sorry."
"The cycle…" he choked, looking at his crew. "It resets. You won't remember. But I will. I'll be here forever. The detective who could never close the case." "Bring me 115
He laughed, a wet, tearing sound. Then he pulled a pistol from his holster, put the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger.
Nero, Jessica, and Floyd stared. They didn't have time to mourn. The floor of the Rift tore open, and from the wound in reality poured a wave of zombies—fresher, angrier, infinite. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his
"Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds. Not the Shadow Man. Another. Older. The one in the Summoning Key. "Purge the corruption. Or become it."
"Bring me 115."
The power detonated.
When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone. But so was most of Vincent. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his eyes bleeding shadow. The Key was fused to his palm.
He just whispered, "I'm sorry."
"The cycle…" he choked, looking at his crew. "It resets. You won't remember. But I will. I'll be here forever. The detective who could never close the case."
He laughed, a wet, tearing sound. Then he pulled a pistol from his holster, put the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger.
Nero, Jessica, and Floyd stared. They didn't have time to mourn. The floor of the Rift tore open, and from the wound in reality poured a wave of zombies—fresher, angrier, infinite.
"Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds. Not the Shadow Man. Another. Older. The one in the Summoning Key. "Purge the corruption. Or become it."
